From Sheffield, in Tokyo since 2000.
Books, walks, modernism, records, cats.
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Mosaic Thump
Grant McGaheran
'Now as I lie alone in the dark,
miles from the noise and talk,
I'm reborn'
'At half-past ten, in obedience to the rule of the house, Callie was obliged to turn off the wireless, whereupon silence out of the stepless street began seeping into the slighted room.'
(It's) Friday Afternoon (at the Abandoned Leisure Centre)
'You haven't changed! sighed the weary little man; and the tone in which he uttered these plaintive words seemed drawn from a vast warehouse of accumulated school-hats - shelves upon shelves of hats - the burden of which seemed weighing him down in a Dead Sea of diurnal desolation.'
Hideous on the edge of a precipice
The cavity filled up with forgetfulness
Time (Clock of the Heart)
Thursday sighting / local boss unit
(Prince voice) It's June.
Ach no, the Key to All Mythologies has gone. What will become of us all.
